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| Edward Switz |
| Name: Edward Norman Switz, aka Joseph Patrick Switz (Joey) Age: 120 Clan: Malkavian Sect: Independent Sire: Dr. Trent O'Connor Generation: was 10th is now 7th Ghouls: none Childer: Jamie Frost (MIA), Donovan Raven (Dead), Tommy Malone (Dead), Kitty Sunday (MIA), Jason Thompson (Dead) |
| Confused and hungry I stumbled home.... to..find.. my brother... had been beaten to death. I don't remember much of that night...and..the order is always confusing... but I do remember seeing my parents slaughtered as well... I believe...or..I think Joey might have killed them while he was being killed...or the other way around......or...... something Well in any case...my family was all gone... and I was not.... and i hated it... hated being "alive".... hated what I was once I was able to grasp it fully. I hated my master.... and Mortimas...or as I call him Granddad. I cursed the gift and everyone else...especially the camarilla. I shunned them all even my brother in blood... Nathaniel... I broke the Masquerade by publishing a book and once the hunt was called I fled to France... |
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| My own past is shrouded in mystery, even to myself. Born of a German father who made a trip to Ireland and met a young servant girl, I grew up in and interesting environment. I had a younger brother, Joseph, and a love for the human mind. After finishing my schooling, paid for by my wealthy and abusive father, I left my home to take up an apprenticeship with Dr. Trent O'Connor at the infamous Carfax Abbey in London. It was here that I learned much about the human behavioral patterns, and of the defects of the mind. One night, while caring for a noisy inmate, I heard the good doctor hollar in pain and then the sounds of a small struggle. I spent the entire nightsearching the grounds for the dear doctor.. but it was no use.. he was gone. Soon after the "hospital" was closed down and I was forced to return home. It was upon my return to the familiar beaches of Ireland that Dr. O'Connor found me.... and...embraced me. |
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| Welcome to the dark abyss that is my insanity. Like a fire it consumes me,it burns through every fiber of my being. I know, unlike some of the more unfortunate of my kind, that I am crazy. Yet, not all of my atrocities can be blamed on on that alone. Many of the horrors have committed I cannot remember, but so many more I see in my dream in glorious unliving color. The screams of my victims echo through my eyes, and have now for a century.I have only recently thwarted the control over me by my long dead brother Joey, who merely haunted me through the prank of an elder. |
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| My continuing search for answers has been a long one, and now, seeking help from the minds of others like me, the insanity threatens to.... to what?.....I don't remember...... Who am I lookng for?..... myself perhaps.... no...someone who's appetite surpasses even my own.... |
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